outside the gate there lived a man a man with a forgotten name who tried to feel most everything but where he ended up was wrapped in shame it’s how you shape the day to day not what you hide behind we are born with this sin he said and with this sin we must surely die

and we don’t see him anymore he’s lost his way now that’s for sure

she doesn’t recognize him but she knew him very well the tattered suit, the leather boots the ringing of the bells she said, “it’s what you give” and what you take and what you leave behind that marks the measure of your life she said she knew him very well

there was a man who lived outside the gate and guilty was his name he tried to love most everything but where he ended up was wrapped in shame it’s who he loved and what he took and who he left behind that marked the measure of his life you know that guilty was his name